Sometimes...
I just feel I need a minute
To breathe
IN. & OUT.
Because in all this
Commotion
Sometimes...
I don't even know if my lungs
Are filling themselves.
And if I'm not even sure
that I'm breathing,
Sometimes...
I wonder
How can I be sure of anything.
Consumed and enveloped
By all the OUTside
Affecting my INside
Creating INner turmoil
But allowing no time
To sort it all OUT.
Just compiling the chaos
WithIN
WithOUT my considerations.
Because
Sometimes...
All I am asked is to pour myself OUT
For the things that need
What I have withIN.
So
Sometimes...
I do.
Pouring OUT
my heart,
my soul,
my effort,
myself...
Sometimes...
Wondering just what's being put IN.
But withOUT the time to even
Check if my chest is rising and falling,
What's finding its way INto
My heart & soul
Will have to wait
For my considerations.
And
Sometimes...
I hope that all that I come to find INside
Doesn't leave me withOUT.
And I know
That I won't know
Until I have the time to put IN.
But
Sometimes...
I just find myself OUT of time
And OUT of breath.
So
Sometimes...
I just need to breathe
IN & OUT
IN & OUT...
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
It's Time
All of you
Play-it-safers
And
Creatures of the comfort
Of the familiar,
It's time.
Time to let go,
To loosen your grasp
On the life that was never meant for you,
The life that your heart never
Drifted to in its musings.
Time to start seeing the world in technicolor
And dive into those colors,
To paint your world brightly,
Mixing new hues, uniquely you,
Creating a masterpiece
The world has never seen.
Time to let your curiosity,
Who's been flashing his crooked little smile,
Get the best of you
And question those things
You didn't expect to want to know.
Time to listen to the voice within,
That sings of the beauty of your passion
And silence those without,
Who harshly scream of what you ought-to-do.
Time to stop buying into
The 'supposed-to's' and
The Fall-Back-On-Plans
Because soon,
You'll find it's years later
And have nowhere to fall from.
**A piece created by pulling bits from poems past and present**
Play-it-safers
And
Creatures of the comfort
Of the familiar,
It's time.
Time to let go,
To loosen your grasp
On the life that was never meant for you,
The life that your heart never
Drifted to in its musings.
Time to start seeing the world in technicolor
And dive into those colors,
To paint your world brightly,
Mixing new hues, uniquely you,
Creating a masterpiece
The world has never seen.
Time to let your curiosity,
Who's been flashing his crooked little smile,
Get the best of you
And question those things
You didn't expect to want to know.
Time to listen to the voice within,
That sings of the beauty of your passion
And silence those without,
Who harshly scream of what you ought-to-do.
Time to stop buying into
The 'supposed-to's' and
The Fall-Back-On-Plans
Because soon,
You'll find it's years later
And have nowhere to fall from.
**A piece created by pulling bits from poems past and present**
OhSoManyThings
My heart is longing
for OhSoManyThings
And while that's nothing new,
Someone's made up my mind
That OhSoManyThings
Isn't too much.
So I'm letting my heart find her way
Soaring through the
Whipping winds
That confuse and confine
To find the smooth breezes
That comfort and calm
Her worries about the
OhSoManyThings
She desires.
for OhSoManyThings
And while that's nothing new,
Someone's made up my mind
That OhSoManyThings
Isn't too much.
So I'm letting my heart find her way
Soaring through the
Whipping winds
That confuse and confine
To find the smooth breezes
That comfort and calm
Her worries about the
OhSoManyThings
She desires.
Casting Call
I'm making a movie of my life
But I'm unsure of where to cast you.
The soundtrack is in place
Yet I'm still figuring which role you'll play.
The hero?
The villain?
The silly sidekick?
A lesson to be learned?
Or possibly just an extra in the background?
Images of love and memories
Flicker in the filmstrip
Playing in the screening room in my mind,
With you waiting and watching,
And I doing the same,
Wondering when you'll
Jump onto the spinning wheel
And ride the twists and turns
And appear on the wall, a part of my movie
With music that tells our story,
Beautifully tragic
But full of promise
Of a spectacular twist ending.
But I'm unsure of where to cast you.
The soundtrack is in place
Yet I'm still figuring which role you'll play.
The hero?
The villain?
The silly sidekick?
A lesson to be learned?
Or possibly just an extra in the background?
Images of love and memories
Flicker in the filmstrip
Playing in the screening room in my mind,
With you waiting and watching,
And I doing the same,
Wondering when you'll
Jump onto the spinning wheel
And ride the twists and turns
And appear on the wall, a part of my movie
With music that tells our story,
Beautifully tragic
But full of promise
Of a spectacular twist ending.
Age of Innocence
A time so simple
Yet unrealized until harder times.
A place where one can only reach
Through the notes of a song
That wraps your heart in sweetness
But breaks it all the same
Because it taunts of a time
When smiles were free
And decisions second nature.
When worries were few
And consequences something you could not forsee.
So as your mind brings you back
And breaks your heart
By suffocating it in the lack of simplicity
That your life has become,
Smile as it cracks
And be happy that in this moment
Both Pleasure and Pain
Come from a moment that few know or understand.
And once again they are free
And felt with more emotion
Than those times
You had to PAY to feel.
**A piece written in college while listening to 'Tiny Dancer'**
Yet unrealized until harder times.
A place where one can only reach
Through the notes of a song
That wraps your heart in sweetness
But breaks it all the same
Because it taunts of a time
When smiles were free
And decisions second nature.
When worries were few
And consequences something you could not forsee.
So as your mind brings you back
And breaks your heart
By suffocating it in the lack of simplicity
That your life has become,
Smile as it cracks
And be happy that in this moment
Both Pleasure and Pain
Come from a moment that few know or understand.
And once again they are free
And felt with more emotion
Than those times
You had to PAY to feel.
**A piece written in college while listening to 'Tiny Dancer'**
Piecing Together My Present
I'm piecing together
Scraps of paper
Scribbled with words
From my past,
Trying to create a present
Even though what I'm longing for
Is a future.
And these pages
Of words
Transform themselves
As though my former self,
Who was just letting
Letters leak from her pen,
Knew I'd need these words today.
Eerily pertinent to my present,
It makes me think that
There's a me
Who's placing these words here
For a girl I don't yet know,
Advice for a future someone
Who's searching to
Piece together a present.
It's as though my story's
Already written within
But my past me just won't quiet enough
To let the present me
Paint the picture of my future
In beautiful meter and rhythm.
So I'm clipping
Words and phrases
From my past
To create a poetic present
But also smiling at my
Present fragments,
Knowing they'll piece together
Quite nicely...
Someday.
Scraps of paper
Scribbled with words
From my past,
Trying to create a present
Even though what I'm longing for
Is a future.
And these pages
Of words
Transform themselves
As though my former self,
Who was just letting
Letters leak from her pen,
Knew I'd need these words today.
Eerily pertinent to my present,
It makes me think that
There's a me
Who's placing these words here
For a girl I don't yet know,
Advice for a future someone
Who's searching to
Piece together a present.
It's as though my story's
Already written within
But my past me just won't quiet enough
To let the present me
Paint the picture of my future
In beautiful meter and rhythm.
So I'm clipping
Words and phrases
From my past
To create a poetic present
But also smiling at my
Present fragments,
Knowing they'll piece together
Quite nicely...
Someday.
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